Snake Tangled Three Dreams

Chapter 174: Heart Gate (Ending)

A raging fire burned in the secret room, and the red sky fire cruelly devoured the sadness in the room.

I held Ting Yu in hand and walked out of the pavilion in despair. Fei Jing Qingzhuang, who was guarding outside, immediately came over to greet me. But when she saw the child next to me, who had the body of a snake and the tail of a snake, she suddenly froze.

"Who...is this child?" Qingzhuang was dumbfounded, her fingers trembling, "God, he looks so much like Junshang..."

My heart seemed to be clenched, and I was stunned for a moment, looking at her blankly.

"No, there was a gust of wind just now..." Fei Jing instantly lost his temper, grabbed my shoulders with force, and looked at me with a frown, "Where is your Majesty? Where is he, Your Majesty?!"

I bit my trembling lips, my eyes were red, and a pool of autumn water soon accumulated.

They looked at me choked in silence and understood everything instantly. The two of them instantly turned into two green snakes as big as bowls, roaring and hissing in the sky.

Xiao Feng looked at the child for a while, then slowly put away the surprise in his eyes, walked slowly to my side, and asked me softly: "Tingyue, do you have any plans in the future? Do you want to... follow me back to Yanxing Sect?"

I turned my head to look at Ting Yu, raised my hand to gently rub his soft hair, and slowly shook my head, "No. Liu Huanzhi has been looking for me for five hundred years. This time, it's me to look for him."

……

Later, I took Tingyu back to Liangcheng. Under the care of Granny Mei, I practiced for many days and gradually changed many of Tingyu's bad habits.

He was raised in a sky coffin since he was a child, surviving by absorbing the lives of other snake fetuses. In addition, Su Fengyu later educated him almost cruelly, which made him have little empathy and unable to express his emotions. and emotions.

Fortunately, with the help of Feijing Qingzhuang, he gradually learned to practice on his own and perfectly controlled the powerful talent in his body. At the same time, Xiao Feng taught him how to learn Chinese calligraphy and Yanxing Sect's unique calculation formations, from which Ting Yu gradually cultivated his mind and character, no longer being violent and extreme, and gradually became a very good boy.

Hua Ci resigned from his position as a landowner and returned to Liangcheng to open a restaurant. No matter whether he was busy or not, he would often bring osmanthus wine and osmanthus candy to my place to visit us.

If the moonlight was clear sometimes, he and I would hold a wine jar and sit in the courtyard and talk about old things, and none of these old things had anything to do with Liu Huanzhi.

...Three hundred years passed in the blink of an eye, and Liangcheng was covered in mist and rain.

I rowed a small boat and passed by the mountain stream. The clear waves in the water reflected the distant mountains and rivers.

A beautiful young man was chasing the waves and playing with the fish. I didn't know what he saw. He suddenly froze. The black snake tail with a clear light wrapped around my oar. His slender fingers pointed into the distance, "Mom, look over there... …”

I raised the edge of the umbrella slightly and looked over casually through the sloping rain.

Not far away, a small building outside the mountain loomed in the rain and mist, and a curved covered bridge spanned the two green mountains. On the bridge, someone was leaning on the railing with wine and looking out, wearing a black shirt and dark hair, looking cool and handsome.

The boat was going down the river, and the man admiring the rain on the bridge suddenly spilled the wine in his glass. The fragrance of the sweet-scented osmanthus dispersed in the drizzle, brewing hundreds of years of time and memories, and fell on my umbrella.

The sound of rain became louder, and my heartbeat seemed to stop at this moment.

The man's pair of peach-blossom eyes reflected the green mountains and distant waters, and his thin, moist lips were slightly parted. His voice, as rich as wine, sounded above the small building.

"The mountains and rivers are changing, and the spring rain is falling. Bai Tingyue, you made me wait."

The lush fields seemed to have spring tides flowing thousands of miles with the rain.

I closed my folding umbrella, bent my eyes and smiled softly: "I hope it's not too late."

Fortunately, my old friend from back then still lives in my heart.

Just like the winter snow has passed, the red mud marks the traces of snow.

--(over)
(End of this chapter)